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will loves courtney

A week to the day after turning 21, my little brother married his high school sweetheart. Courtney, who is making a run for the title of favorite sister, is the perfect addition to the Clay family. In all honesty, she most definitely works harder than anyone else and has somehow found a balance in being Will's biggest cheerleader and keeping him alive. The latter, of course, it a big feat considering his adventurous shenanigans. Bless you, Courtney. 

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The only thing that could have made Saturday better was if college football took a hiatus so my better half could join. Fall weddings, man. 

source: Originallyson Photography

source: Originallyson Photography

source: Originallyson Photography

source: Originallyson Photography

Sammy Kershaw might have written his '93 hit about Courtney, y'all.

She just really doesn't know.

But she is.

On the inside where it counts, too. 

They've got moves like Jackson.

Please forgive me loyal creepers, it's been 3 weeks since my last post. I haven't forgotten about you, promise. It's just my life has been a whirlwind of excitement and I don't know how to pen type the words of a post without sounding like an overly mushy girl who has been stricken with those feelings of ... ya know.... Whew. That just got weird. Seriously, I had an amazing trip to Seattle a few weekends ago with T., and we'll get to that later, but for now let's talk about the funnest wedding I've ever been to, ever.

I'm not overly fond of emotions. We've covered this. With that said, it doesn't mean I don't have them. I just prefer to keep them to myself or to wait until I'm in the "safe zone," where no one can see my ugly cry. (Really, it's not pretty.)

Anyway, this weekend at Casey & Marek's lovely wedding I had an "Oh my goodness that is the sweetest thing I've ever seen" moment. It didn't happen during the vows, or the first dance or even during the father-daughter dance. Instead, it was when Mr. and Mrs. Casey Cornett took to the dance floor with their Michael Jackson dance moves.

If you look to the left you'll see me covering my mouth in complete amazement and Lindsay laughing at the ridiculousness of it all.

All weddings should come with a photo booth (and an open bar).

It's weird how life works sometimes. You see, Marek became my coworker about a week before I met T, and Lindsay was my first OKC twitter friend. They were his friends first; however, now they're mine independent and because of him. Strange.

A wonderful, wonderful weekend.

Whirlwind.

Everyone’s life is a whirlwind, right?  This month I’ve been on two significant road trips and one amazing plane-trip. Somewhere in the middle I’ve managed to lose a new BCBG pump (just one), cover a Reckless Kelly concert, dress like a superhero, fall in love with Crossfit. Of all the chaos, the epicenter of my world is my family. This is why I didn't hesitate to drive for 12 hours to stay for 24 and drive another 12 hours home. Spending a Saturday night at my cousin's wedding was one of the most memorable nights of August - and maybe my life.

We were raised as a tight group where cousins are more like siblings and aunts and uncles are staples in a lot of life decisions. Even though half way through my childhood my parents moved us 700 miles away to Oklahoma, I've found that not every family is as close as we are. As the sixth oldest granchild of 10 (on just one side of the family) life is never dull.

Sitting at the cousins table during the wedding we laughed as we talked about the first time someone got into trouble in grade school, someone driving the odyssey through a garage door and a million other stories that were so ridiculous they shouldn't make an appearance on the blog.

There were tiny humans. Everywhere. Sitting in the pew was the equivalent of sitting in an all you can eat buffet of candy, crackers and things-that-make-children-quiet-during-weddings.

Am I mature enough to hold in giggles during a perfectly timed "uh oh," during the ceremony. Absolutely not.

It's crazy to think that this entire family story started sixty-something years ago when my grandparents (the most legit people in the western hemisphere) decided to make a family. Sometimes I wonder if they knew what they were getting into.

My grandpa restored the first tractor he ever owned just for this wedding. The tractor secured the wedding's spot as a perfect "Pinterest Wedding."

Not a day passes that I'm not thankful for this whirlwind of a life - and the characters who make it so wonderful.

Never - give the mic to me.

I make horrible first impressions. When I first meet people {you} my hands get sweaty, I forget my first name, I don't know how to formulate sentences. Honest, it's completely awkward.

It's honestly baffling. Why? Meet for the second time and you won't be able to shut me up. If you make the mistake of laughing at one of my horrible jokes - you're a goner. I'm going to assume you think I'm funny.

My ability to make people laugh is a complete shot in the dark. That certain boy who makes me weak at the knees thinks I'm anything but funny. Or maybe he does think I'm funny but doesn't want to feed the flame.

But, what I do know is that speech I talked about yesterday - the one I gave at Jodi's wedding was a hit. But, for some reason it didn't end up on the video.

However, my sass was filmed, unfortunately.

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